deadpie
July 13th, 2010, 04:48 PM
Wake up to stale waffles and seroquel in the morning
Sometimes a shot in the ass without any warning
Before four white walls can I perfect my escape
Without clawing at this mask fused to my face
The nurse with cigarette stained breath
And the assistants whine that I didn't make my bed
They demand me to sit in the circle and wail
But my hands start to chatter and I'm ready to kill
Where's your fucking sense of humanity
To beat and rape the insanity
Pointsheet deductions are what they insist
It's the therapist that bites at your wrist
Where's your fucking sense of reality
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Yes, it's short. Deal with it.
Sometimes a shot in the ass without any warning
Before four white walls can I perfect my escape
Without clawing at this mask fused to my face
The nurse with cigarette stained breath
And the assistants whine that I didn't make my bed
They demand me to sit in the circle and wail
But my hands start to chatter and I'm ready to kill
Where's your fucking sense of humanity
To beat and rape the insanity
Pointsheet deductions are what they insist
It's the therapist that bites at your wrist
Where's your fucking sense of reality
-------------------
Yes, it's short. Deal with it.